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I'm not sure if it's the morning that flavors my impression of the music, or the music that flavors my impression of the morning, but songs that often make me smile make me tear up today.


I sometimes worry that resistance is futile from my position. I hope this is a 'name the fear so as not to be beholden to it' kind of moment.


There's a certain feel in the air that always makes me think of the moodier Bowie, or other dreamy, distant glam. Today I think that it has to do with the chronological distance between the promise of a different world that didn't materialize and the chill in the air.

rattling around

I don't call because I'm afraid of not making a connection, of being brushed aside.
I don't visit because I'm afraid of intruding, of being an unwelcome presence.
I write, but rarely to anyone, at least obvoiusly; it's easier to face the silence when words are nonspecific, unassigned.
I don't ask because I'm afraid of 'no'.
I am probably underdemonstrative because I worry about overassigning.

While it may be true that the void looks back when you look into it, it rarely says hi.

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